"I'm— totally not laughing," Caleb says, and coughs through a laugh to hide it as he closes the door. He clears his throat and snickers a little at the end of it. "Totally not— Dude, i-it's okay. This happened to me, fucking... back in January, or whatever." He has pictures to prove it, even. When Neil pouts harder, he caves. "Awww, honey," he coos, and wraps an arm around Neil's shoulders. It's much lower than normal, but it's so much easier to just rest his chin on top of Neil's head.